Category Archives: Grunts

But let me back up. No, a little further, a little further…. Too far. This way just a bit…aaaaaaand stop! That’s good.

You know how when you’re a kid, you think money grows on trees? Well, you don’t, really. I don’t think I’ve ever met one kid who actually thought that, but they do think that money just is. It’s always there, and it’s unlimited, and why are you so worried? It’s just a pony. Let’s get two! Continue reading A Whole New World→

We live in a neighborhood with lots of pets, complete with a neighborhood Lemon Face, who doesn’t want the dogs to poop in her yard, because “it’s gross.” It doesn’t matter whether we pick up after them or not. I guess she’s worried we’ll get her yard dirty? (I haven’t yet pointed out to her that the squirrels, raccoons, and stray cats don’t come with rope-attached pooper-scoopers.)

But I digress. Lots of pets– lots of dogs, in particular. I know, because Meetu likes to greet (read: snarl and lunge) at each and every one of them. Keep in mind, he’s ten pounds at his heaviest. Most of our neighbors have dogs that range from 30-100 pounds, so he’s kind of a Scrappy Doo. If Meetu could speak English, I’m fairly certain his line would be, “Let me at ’em! I can take ’em!” Gazellik likes to get in on the action, too;

Writers write. That’s what they say. And the paid writers write everyday.

And I haven’t been. I have really good reasons, you know– REALLY good reasons. But at the end of the day, I need to make a decision: do I want to be a secretary with Really Good Reasons or do I want to be a paid writer?